The American Dream at Severance

As part of its season ending series The American Dream, the Cleveland Orchestra last night presented works by either American composers or those focused on an aspect of American life.  The concert was led by Assistant Conductor Daniel Reith, substituting for an indisposed Franz Welser-Möst.

The concert opened with the overture to Scott Joplin’s opera Treemonisha. That’s right, Scott Joplin, the composer best known for his melodic (and very pianistic) rags, composed a full-scale opera in 1911. It was never performed during his lifetime, receiving a tragically belated premiere in 1972.  I was fortunate to see a concert performance of the work in Andover, Massachusetts during the early 1990s, and my immediate reaction was that it was worthy of more frequent performances.  Having heard recordings of it several times since then, I would amplify my statement thusly: Treemonisha ought to be presented at least as often as George Gershwin’s Porgy and Bess. 

The next composer on the program, Julia Perry, has an Ohio connection: she moved to Akron with her family when she was a child, and died there in 1979.  Short Piece for Orchestra, however, was composed in 1952 while she was living in Paris.  There are insinuations of Schoenberg in the stark, unsentimental harmonies, with skillful and colorful orchestration that would do any composer proud. 

William Grant Still’s Darker America, composed in 1924, was more broadly phrased, and mixed the kind of American sound that Aaron Copland would explore a decade later, with uniquely African-American tones.

Reith then led the orchestra in three selections from Bernard Herrmann’s score to Alfred Hitchcock’s Vertigo: The Prelude, Nightmare, and Love Scene.  Herrmann’s work, in particular this score, has been hugely influential on my own compositions – to the extent that I composed a 20-minute set of variations on the Portrait of Carlotta theme about 25 years ago.  I’ve collected numerous recordings of Herrmann’s scores over the decades and have no less than three of Vertigo.  Yet I’ve never heard Herrmann’s score to this film performed with such exquisite balance, virtuosity, transparency, or burnished tone as presented by Reith and the orchestra last night.

I have the fortune or misfortune of having a highly visual memory – to the extent that I never forget the face of someone who I like or dislike.  So imagine my amusement at seeing one of the ringleaders of the opposition to South Euclid’s LGBT+  inclusive non-discrimination ordinance at Severance with, of course, a same-sex companion.  In fact, I saw several Catholic priests at the concert, a stroke of supreme irony as one of the works presented was Voiceless Mass, by Raven Chacon – who is of Native American ancestry.  The work, premiered in 2021, is a reflection on and reaction to the forced assimilation of Native Americans by, among others, the Catholic Church.  The sparse, static dissonance of Voiceless Mass, which often hovered near the barrier between silence and sound, brought to mind images of a vast and empty desert.  The small ensemble (including electronic organ) was scattered around the hall so that the conductor was facing the audience.  Reith’s leadership was an example of astonishing concentration and control – earning a standing ovation. 

The evening’s final work, Edgard Varèse’s Amériques, had been presented by the orchestra in 2017, a performance that was recorded and released on the orchestra’s home label.  The work depicts the chaos of life in New York circa 1920, from the vantage point of someone who grew up in a small town in France.  Reith’s interpretation was harsher around the edges than that led by Welser-Möst six years ago.  Yet today’s world, in the aftermath of COVID, an attempted insurrection, and Russia’s invasion of Ukraine, is harsher than it was before, so the performance was fitting. 

It’s doubtless reaction to the strife of the past decade that has led the Cleveland Orchestra to recently present so many works by composers who don’t fit into the “dead white male” category.  What they have demonstrated is that this music is worthy of multiple hearings.  I hope this trend continues.  After all, there is musical life beyond the endless repetition of Beethoven, Brahms, Bruckner, and Mahler cycles.    

Loggins-Hull, Barber, and Prokofiev at Severance

 

The lack of repertoire staples at this week’s Cleveland Orchestra concert, led by music director Franz Welser-Möst, did nothing to detract from the compelling performances or the audience’s enthusiasm.  

The opening piece was Can You See?, by Allison Loggins-Hull.  The short work is a contemplation on The Star-Spangled Banner - both the lyrics and the music, which was originally composed as To Anacreon in Heaven by British composer John Stafford Smith.  (I will interject that I don’t feel The Star-Spangled Banner is the best of all possible anthems for our nation, given that it commemorates a battle that was part of what was essentially a pissing-match with the nation that is today our closest ally, has lyrics that include “the hireling and the slave” and is needlessly militaristic.  America the Beautiful seems like a better symbol of our aspirations, but that’s just me.)  It begins with distant percussion which seems to recall the defense of Fort McHenry during the War of 1812 which inspired Francis Scott Key’s poem.  From there the music is freely associated and the listener hears harmonies that recall Smith’s original, without directly quoting it.  The music was enthusiastically received, and the composer was invited to the stage to share in the ovation.  

Cellist Alisa Weilerstein then joined the orchestra for a captivating performance of Barber’s Cello Concerto.  The work’s opening movement contrasted a syncopated drive and searing lyricism, with thematic material that was challenging to present and to hear.  One can sense the composer flirting with the twelve-tone rows that he employed in his Piano Sonata, composed just a few years later.  Weilerstein’s phrasing of the contemplative central movement was something to behold.  The dancing third movement featured some stunning passagework in the cello’s treacherous upper register.  This is a work that should be presented more often (premiered in 1945, the Cleveland Orchestra didn’t perform it until 2013).  Weilerstein received a well-deserved standing ovation.

Prokofiev’s Fourth Symphony, which drew inspiration from his ballet score The Prodigal Son, premiered in 1930, then was extensively revised 20 years later, was equally riveting.  The revised version was performed this weekend.  For decades, Prokofiev was subjected to harsh sounding performances in an apparent attempt to drive home his music’s modernism.  Prokofiev, judging by his extant recordings, was not that kind of performer himself.  Welser-Möst and the orchestra, who have given compelling performances of Prokofiev’s Second, Third, and Fifth Symphonies (all recorded and available), delivered a convincing performance that proved that strongly rhythmic, even percussive music, need not be ugly.  The slow opening, almost as if a 20^th Century version of a Haydn symphony, is suddenly pushed aside for a series of rapid-fire string passages that propel the music headlong into conflict – only to be interrupted by a pastoral mood, then plunging forward again.  The second movement, with its clock-like episodes, again reminds the listener of Haydn, in this case the slow movement of his Symphony No. 101.  The third movement was classic Prokofiev, with motifs that sounded inspired by parts of his Romeo & Juliet ballet score.  The celebratory, slightly satirical finale, with its bouncing rhythm, led to a declamatory coda.  During the extended applause, percussionist Paul Yancich was brought forth for a separate bow and was cheered to the rafters.  As with the Barber Concerto, this work deserves to be heard more often. 

Two days in Saugatuck & Douglas, Michigan

Ever since we first met in 2006, Daniel and I have been searching for the perfect driving-distance summer vacation getaway.  Our quest has taken us to the East Coast, New England, and Canada.  Each location has its advantages and drawbacks.  Maine and Vermont are lovely in the summer and fall, but an eleven-hour drive makes getting there a chore.  Provincetown is even farther at thirteen hours, but in recent years has become crowded and crassly commercial, and as we age the summer party scene has become less appealing.  The East Coast in general is expensive and the further south we go, the longer our drive and the higher the summer heat.  Canada is closer but the smell of Cannabis can become overwhelming in touristy destinations like Niagara Falls, Toronto, or Montreal.  I could have scarcely imagined that an ideal place was not only under six hours away by car but was somewhere I’d been before.

Some of my earliest memories are climbing the sand dunes of Saugatuck with my family when I was little.  During those years, we used to regularly travel to Grand Rapids to visit family on both my mother’s and father’s side and Saugatuck was just a short drive from GR.  My Michigan memories are fond ones and fortunately I am free of the prejudice against Michigan, driven by hysteria for American football (a sport I don’t care for), that many Ohioans suffer from.  This is partly because my father grew up in Constantine and that my maternal grandmother spent many of her formative years in Grand Rapids.  Even more enticing was learning only recently that the Saugatuck-Douglas area has become an increasingly popular summer destination for LGBTQ+ travelers.  Based on that and a desire to keep our trips a bit closer to home, Daniel and I decided to pay the area a visit.  Our stay was short as we were only giving the area a “look-see”, but we liked what we saw.   

The charming downtowns of Saugatuck and Douglas are on the west coast of Michigan and within walking distance of each other on opposite sides of the Kalamazoo river.  Daniel and I arrived around 5:00 pm Thursday and checked in to The Dunes Resort.  The Dunes consists of several free-standing buildings including the King and Standard Buildings, one- and two-bedroom cottages, and an additional house a short walk from the main property.  It also has an on-site shop, bar, outside swimming pool and friendly, helpful staff – Taylor and Drew were standouts.  We found our recently renovated King room to have a casual, mid-century modern vibe and a very spacious bathroom.  High season runs from roughly from Memorial Day to Labor Day, so rooms during this time should be booked well in advance.  Based on the parking lot there were relatively few guests when we were there – we may have been the only couple in the King building Thursday night.

Danny enjoying the chair at The Dunes Resort.

After checking in we decided to grab dinner at Guardian Brewing Company.  Each table features a battery driven light which changes colors when touched.  When the light is green, it means you’re all set.  You can change it to red to call the wait staff.  The food menu is eclectic and their own selection of beers, ales, and ciders means there’s something for everyone who cares to partake.  I had a Red Dragon Cider made from Michigan apples and Danny had the Clurichaun, a dry stout with notes of coffee and dark chocolate.  As I’d had a rather heavy lunch, I ordered a Caesar salad.  (Not to worry, I sabotaged myself later by getting ice cream. In fact, we stopped off for sweets several times during our journey, the highlight of which was Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream at the Blue Star Café which put Ben & Jerry’s to shame.  They also serve a very fine breakfast, and the interior has an appealing 1950s diner vibe.)

Drinks at Guardian Brewing Company

After dinner we had our first walk through the Saugatuck downtown district, finding most of the shops had already closed – and many others hadn’t yet opened for the season.  Still, we were able to get a good feel for the area and when we returned the next day, we found a surprising array of goods for sale at competitive prices, from the usual touristy stuff to a very fine selection of Michigan Wines at the Fenn Valley tasting room.  They offer a competitive wine flight – five samples for five dollars, and we bought four reasonably priced bottles.  California, drink your heart out.  We also visited Uncommon Coffee Roasters in the morning, and had dinner at Pumpernickels – we highly recommend both.

A selection of Michigan wine

Art in downtown Saugatuck

The Saugatuck philosophy in a nutshell.

In between meals and shopping we enjoyed nature.  Saturday morning was spent climbing Mount Baldhead, a challenge for two middle aged guys who’ve struggled with their weight – but we made it to the top.  Then we spent an hour exploring Oval Beach and enjoyed the quiet of the off season. 

Saugatuck from Mt. Baldhead

The obligatory selfie

Our two days in Saugatuck-Douglas ended too soon.  We found plenty to do and a relaxed vibe.  To top things off, every person we encountered, whether merchant, local, or fellow tourist, was cheerful and friendly.   This Ohioan loves Michigan and can’t wait to return.